Palabras perennes de emociones pasajeras

Lucía Sandí

This is how it feels. A weird poem.

How it feels. Like the ocean, as big. 1000 feet deep. Darker shadows. As unknown. The universe and its 1000 other galaxies. Is there life in other planets? As uncertain. The weather The weather in a tropical mode Rain  ... Continue Reading →


Somewhere over the rainbow.

I used to miss him when it rained. It reminded me of the dark green mountains in that green beautiful country I love, without any kind of trees and its misty tops. And those mountains reminded me of him, and... Continue Reading →

A letter to the next one

To the next person I decide to love. Just know that loving each other will be a decision. Because we both want to and because we really believe we are going to make the best of it. Not because we... Continue Reading →

About time.

Inspired on a spanish original: Do you ever get those days when something feels weird and you don't know what it is or why is it feeling that way? Some kind of existential crisis that basically consists on you... Continue Reading →

Dormir está sobrevalorado.

Dormir está sobrevalorado, hablemos hasta la madrugada. Hazme reír poniéndote serio, ponte serio con mi risa, Acúsala de inapropiada. O simplemente ponte, conmigo.   ~~Incluso en la distancia.                        ... Continue Reading →

Cause when it rains, it pours. (An apology)   I'm 50% sun as I'm 50% rain and I hope you understand that when the full moon hits me, my ocean shakes and I flood islands;                  too much water,  ... Continue Reading →

And this is why I will stay.

Two days ago I drew the mountains while sitting by the fire place, folk music playing on the speakers. Yesterday I labeled cleaning products. And somehow, both felt as nice; let me introduce you to my new life. It's been... Continue Reading →


Intensity. Sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling or why I'm feeling it, but I feel it when the moon is up and the sky is in a dark shade of purple and you're walking under the trees like you... Continue Reading →

Just another girl trying at life.

I’m leaving Indonesia with salty skin, salty hair and a salty heart. I leave Indonesia feeling more mature but incomplete at the same time. Here, sitting on an AirAsia airplane while writing this, I’m leaving Indonesia wanting to let all... Continue Reading →

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